It's kind of an identity crisis, Liz.

You see, whoever or whatever bolted me together got it screwed up. They called me an android, but actually I'm a robot. The difference is that an android is a robot that looks like a human bean. You know, like Data. But even though I'm shaped sort of like a human bean, with arms, legs, head and all that, I still look so bloody much like a machine that I just can't "pass" the way Data could. It's kind of a fine distinction, but Dr. Azimuth knows what I'm talking about.

So when your Creator gets it screwed up, can you blame a guy for being depressed? Not to mention paranoid?

I understand that lots of humans feel the same way about their Creator.